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The other day Regan was given a sweet gift. Bubba’s Ms. Sherrill’s daughter Ms. Melissa follows my sweet little munchkins on this blog. We have never met her but we have a special place in our hearts for her. I mean really, if she is anything like her Mom than she must be pretty wonderful. So, the wonderful Ms. Melissa was reading about Regan and her school woos and decided to pick her up a perfect little gift to lift her spirits and let her know that she is loved. {Come on… does it get any sweeter than that??} When we got home Regan wanted to rip the beautiful pink tissue paper out of her white and black girly gift bag. I told her to wait just a minute. “WHY!?!?!?!” then as I was running to grab my camera I responded by saying “I want to document this so that you can say thank you to Ms. Melissa!” She waited until I got my camera out of my bag and as soon as the saw my lens cap come off the paper started to fly.

Thank you Ms. Melissa for thinking of my sweet little girl :) 

This week has been hard on Bubba. The temperature has reached record highs and has been torture on his sweet little body. Monday I was called to pick him up early from school…. Seizures. Every day has been a battle to keep him healthy and well…. AND HAPPY.  Last night I noticed that his hair was starting to fall out of the back of his head. Hey, it got pretty long this time! So, I pulled out the clippers to even out his hair. There’s just something unappealing about a little boy with an old man hair falling out look… wink! So, it had to go. It was the LAST thing that he wanted to do. It was hot, he was tired, and his meds were starting to kick in. As I wrestled with him while I buzzed the remaining pieces of hair off of his head, Regan came over with her camera. “What are you doing Regan…. Come on Mommy is trying to cut Bubba’s hair.” Then with a smile she replied “Mommy I just wanted to document this.” What could I say; she is her mother’s daughter. I think she capture the moment perfectly…. I look hot and a sweaty mess, Bubba looks unhappy, and the unfocused nature of the pictures reminds me of how quickly I rushed to get it done. 

Here's to documenting every moment.... good or bad.